[Ballroom dining area] Sweets, Treats, and Mischievous feats ~

After dismissing himself from the chattery dance floor, Ivan walked alone toward the dark end of the massive room where the food and drink was. His amethyst irises drifted lazily over the sweets, fruits, veggies, and that large chocolate fountain over the brilliantly decorated tables; he scanned the platters until his eyes fell on the large punch bowl standing in the middle of everything. No one had bothered to turn the lights on in this corner, so he knew he was safe at the moment...

He knew everyone else was distracted with dancing and chatting with old school friends, so he took this as an advantage to go and do something he'd been planning on for a short while now...

A glint of silver flashed a reflection off the colored dance lights for just a brief moment as the Russian teen slipped out a bottle and flipped off the top. Ivan glanced to the side a bit before touching his lips to the mouth of the bottle and taking a sip of the chokingly strong liquor inside. No one would have guessed it by his outward appearance... but Ivan had a bit of a drinking problem at his age.

With him being Russian, vodka was like water to him and his people; it was normal to drink it like any other beverage. However, he had learned the hard way that heavy underage drinking was frowned upon in these parts. That didn't stop Ivan, however. he had his own stash of vodka hidden from sight. No one realized Ivan's little 'problem,' because first, no one had ever gotten near enough to smell it, nor has Ivan ever gotten or acted drunk once. He could hold alcohol very well for his age, and he honestly didn't drink enough for it to mess with his senses.

Ivan lowered the bottle and eyed the punch bowl. For once, his smile was nowhere in sight. Instead of his obliviously tranquil expression, a look of calculation was the one that held. The Russian's eyes narrowed, glancing around to make sure no one was near.....when a sly smirk touched his features.

With one last monitoring glance, the Russian tipped the clear contents of the vodka bottle into the punch bowl.

Yes.. this was bound to turn out to be an interesting night indeed.

Who would know? Ivan was sort of a teacher's pet. He got along especially well with the Russian vice principle, so who would suspect that quiet Russian boy?

No one suspected him when two janitor's closets caught fire and they had to evacuate the school for safety reasons. Ivan knew that setting fire to the closets /might/ have been a bit of an over-kill for his intentions, but his plan worked: He didn't have to attend classes that day.

But no one suspected him.. hell, Ivan doubted anyone important glanced his way.

With a cheery, self-satisfied smile, the Russian first made sure the bottle was stashed and hidden on his own form, brushed his bangs out of his eyes and grabbed a cup and scooped the spiked punch into it with a nearby ladle.

Ivan casually rose the clear cup to his lips, sipping the punch as he continued on his way of browsing the variety of foods on the tables. After finding nothing else that interested him, Ivan tossed his cup into the garbage can and began to wander aimlessly around the grand dancing hall, humming faintly to the music.

Whatever it was that brought Eireann Kirkland to the prom was certainly a mystery. Sure, her Welsh brother had asked to accompany her, but she truly wasn't sure why she had come at all. Eireann was one for parties at heart and was rather uncomfortable with the thought of formal dancing - even though she was quite good at it. Practically the only thought in her mind as she entered the building was how she was going to avoid any slow dancing.

Entering through the dining area, the Irish teen was relieved to see very few people around. With a sigh of relied, she set her guitar case down on an uninhabited table because she wouldn't be needing it until later. Her black dress was simple yet attractive. It tied around behind her neck, leaving a great amount of her back and sides exposed. The v-neck cut down deeply to around her breast line and the bottom of the dress cut off noticeably higher on left side than on her right. The dress was sleeveless with a ruffled edge on the skirt. A rare sight on the rebellious teen, but most definitely an attractive one.

Her red hair was accented with a few sapphire roses to match her black stilettos, which also had the accent of sapphire flowers on them. Some dark eyeliner and sapphire toned shadows on her eyes intensified her gaze along with the rest of her makeup and her roughly styled fiery hair. She was dressed to impress. No doubt about it.

Although, she wasn't yet ready to enter the dance floor. Eireann wandered over to the punch, pouring herself a drink which she choked down in no time. While feeding her thirst, she caught a glimpse of the Russian teen from the corner of her eye. Almost instantly, the pieces clicked together. The strange tingling and burning the punch gave to her throat, the lonely Russian wandering carefully to keep out of sight... A smirk graced her lips. Finally someone knew how to start a party!!

As sneakily as a fox, the redhead made her way over to the Russian, nudging him in passing. After getting his attention, she leaned into his ear, whispering so that his secret was kept.

"Nice addition to the festivities~ After all, what's any party without a little alcohol, aye?"She snickered, glancing out at the other students on the dance floor."Ya think they'll figure it out?"She cocked an eyebrow in playful curiosity.

The Russian teen noticeably froze for but a split moment, a bit startled as he was nudged. He was so absorbed with the music and the sight of the other people that he wasn't expecting the someone to approach him as such. In that split fraction of a second, he was worried that he had been caught… that one of the teachers or class tattle-tales caught sight of what he did. But how? He was so careful...

The startled moment passed as quickly as it came as the female whispered in his ear. Ivan relaxed and slowed his pace a bit to make it look more casual. His expression shifted as a sly smirk dripped across his otherwise blank features. The smirk was sly, yet a light shimmer in those brilliant amethyst irises was playful.

"a'I have no idea what you are talking about." The Russian mused casually, casting her a cheery glance with a slight, cheeky grin. It was obvious he knew exactly what the Irish girl was getting at; his expression said it all. He was just kidding around, anyways...

But... he was glad this girl didn't seem to be the sort to tell on him. That would just ruin all the fun...

"We'll just have to wait and see, da?" He chuckled in a slightly quieter tone, continuing to just stride along next to the Irish. As he cast another glance in her direction, he took notice of her pretty attire. He had to admit, her dressing was quite risky... but her figure pulled it off beautifully. After allowing his gaze to sit on the Irish girl but a few moments longer, he turned his now faintly smirking gaze and continued casually scanning the dance hall. A sudden thought occurred to him....; possibly the only thing that might point investigators to his direction.

Eireann strolled casually and calmly alongside the Russian teen, grinning softly all the while. She noticed his lengthy staring at her attire, but didn't seem to mind. Staring was something she was unfortunately used to. The mischievous attitude between the two was mutual. Problems weren't likely to arise from the couple of risk-seeking teenagers.

As Ivan questioned her about the flavor of the punch, the Irish teen turned to look up at his amethyst eyes, a new sparkle of wonder in her emerald gaze. Her smirk was sincere when she answered.

"No, o' course not! It just tastes like some...overly-sour punch."She snickered."No one's gonna find out 'til they drink too much~"She shot a sideways glance at the labeled 'Bad Touch Trio' out on the dance floor."But... That might be sooner than ya think.."Her smirk widened in a teasing manner, her eyes settling on a certain Spaniard who she had been targeting from the moment she arrived.

Then, an interesting little idea occurred to the redhead. She was alone, with Ivan, in the dark corners of the dance hall... Why not invite him for a sort of pre-festivities dance? She didn't think he would mind a small dance. Plus, it would give them both some extra confidence with their partners later on.

Clearing her throat softly she held an open hand out to the boy beside her."Oi, Ivan? Would ya like to join me for a dance while we talk? It might look less...suspicious. If ya know what I mean."She gave a nervous smile as she waited to hear his acceptance or not.

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[Want to move to the dance floor for the dance, or you want to stay here?]

The Russian teen nodded, now feeling a bit better about his little 'slip-up' in his plan. He was able to detect the vodka straight up at first sip, but that was just because he was over-familiar with that liquor. Ivan snickered a bit as he noticed her motioning toward the 'Bad Touch Trio', also shifting his gaze toward the three for a moment. Gilbert was dancing, Antonio was chattering, and Francis was flirting.

Typical for those three.

Ivan blinked and looked over at Eireann at her invitation to dance. Her reasons for dancing made sense to him.. and hey.. a dance on itself didn't sound half bad. The Russian's expression turned into his usual smiling gaze as he nodded, taking her hand.

"Of course.." He replied, raising her hand and kissing the top of it casually. In his country, that was just how they are taught to start dances. Ivan knew who Eireann's date was since he chatted briefly with him, but he didn't care. It was just a prom.. a time to have fun and loosen up before everyone went their own separate ways.